Quiet day in. Sundays are difficult to navigate going out as the buses are only one an hour, and even then as we know only too well, from our working days they can be removed altogether with little excuse. So unless we really need to, staying in is always a good option. As I said in the previous blog we had all the fixings for a Sunday roast dinner, so I did the washing. Bloody Malcolm took my stuff out the washer to put his in no bloody patience!) They were done thankfully, just creeps me out as the load that was in was mainly undies. I was literally just walking over there as he came back to see if the dryer was empty. I gave him a baleful look and said its empty now.
"Oh He said, didn't know it was yours I moved, I can't read so I didn't know." Sorry but I call BS, if you can't read, why had you signed the list Malcolm then? You'd put an X surely? I'm not a pancake expert, but I know a lying tosser when I meet one, and the only time he isn't lying his mouth is shut.
I told Kev when I got back and Kev says its BS, uses it as an excuse.
Anyway that done, we had lunch and I did my treadmill walk. Targets met, Kev had a nap while I read. Im reading So Thirsty by Rachel Harrison. Typical Vampire fare, but with a few a couple of good twists. The narrative reminds me of The Strange Practice novels.
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